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crux_fleet2014-02-04 12:17 pm
driftlock) wrote in crux_fleet2014-02-04 12:17 pm
Hangar-ing out.
"Oh, FRAG no."
Such is Deadlock's reaction, loud enough to be heard in the corridor outside through the open door, as he steps into the hangar, divided in half by a stripe of paint, one half with a helpful label 'Deadlock', the other 'Flashpoint.
Everyone else got their very own nice little rooms with berths and maintenance facilities and scrap like that, and Deadlock gets a half a hangar. 'Cause that's totally fair.
Not that it was news to him that life wasn't fair. And he'd slept in worse places, in the gutters, where you had to hide so the syphoners didn't get you or you weren't dragged off for a little dubiously consenting donation to the local Relinquishment Clinic.
But still, even Rodion hadn't expected him to recharge next to an...Autobot.
No fraggin' way he was going to transform with her watching.
Maybe she'll be smart enough to not show up. Or maybe, being an Autobot, she was so dumb she hit the airlock instead. That was a cheerful thought: Flashpoint floating clueless and alone in the vastness of space. So he's almost smiling (what are you nuts? A real smile would break this face) as he moves to stow his most valuable possessions: his guns, with a grenade with an Autobot logo on it proudly in the middle.
Who says he doesn't have an optic for style?
((OOC: Open to anyone wandering by/exploring!))
Such is Deadlock's reaction, loud enough to be heard in the corridor outside through the open door, as he steps into the hangar, divided in half by a stripe of paint, one half with a helpful label 'Deadlock', the other 'Flashpoint.
Everyone else got their very own nice little rooms with berths and maintenance facilities and scrap like that, and Deadlock gets a half a hangar. 'Cause that's totally fair.
Not that it was news to him that life wasn't fair. And he'd slept in worse places, in the gutters, where you had to hide so the syphoners didn't get you or you weren't dragged off for a little dubiously consenting donation to the local Relinquishment Clinic.
But still, even Rodion hadn't expected him to recharge next to an...Autobot.
No fraggin' way he was going to transform with her watching.
Maybe she'll be smart enough to not show up. Or maybe, being an Autobot, she was so dumb she hit the airlock instead. That was a cheerful thought: Flashpoint floating clueless and alone in the vastness of space. So he's almost smiling (what are you nuts? A real smile would break this face) as he moves to stow his most valuable possessions: his guns, with a grenade with an Autobot logo on it proudly in the middle.
Who says he doesn't have an optic for style?
((OOC: Open to anyone wandering by/exploring!))
i am so sorry
"Great," he says to Flashpoint, pointing at the door. "Now look what you've done. We're fraggin infested."
i saw that header in my inbox and was like "wow that's my line"
Equius also suspects that being smacked around by these robots would probably also be a slight more dangerous for him. Perhaps he should be polite...
"Pardon the intrusion," he says, rather stuffily, "but might I ask what you are?"
Ooops more sorry (only kinda)
She turns to the newcomer, her normally standoffish demenour a little more chipper. Mostly because it'll annoy Deadlock.
"Don't mind him, his face is malfunctioning and it's stuck that way. Personality too, it's quite tragic." Mock tragedy, that is. "I'm Flashpoint. That's Dreadschlock and his trusty noodblebot Betty. He likes to dress it up in girly clothes."
Cleary so! As evidence by the girly animu face with the eyelashes drawn on the barely visible paper plate affixed to the thing's head.
This is like a support group or something!
And ugh, look at Flashpoint being all gross and agreeable. "You're blaming this on me?" Frag, no. That's like the inverse order of the universe.
The scowl certainly does look welded on at this point, after Flashpoint's 'helpful' comments. "Deadlock," he corrects, sourly. "It's not that hard to get right unless you've been shot in the head a lot like Flashpoint."
Heh. How's that burn feel now, Autobot?
And he will not talk about the noodlebot. Shut up.
Re: This is like a support group or something!
Well. They are certainly no usual robots, he was right about that.
Equius visibly flounders for a moment, then introduces himself, with a cautious little half-bow, "Equius Zahhak. It's an... honor, to meet such, um, impressive beings as yourselves." While the words are uncertainly chosen, there's no insincerity to them, because, wow, Equius really wants to know how these guys are put together, they are awesome. And beautiful. He usually doesn't think of robots as beautiful (... well, not most robots, Aradia was, of course, absolutely lovely, especially since she had blue blood flowing through her-- no, he won't think of his exploded robot hatelove girlfriend, that will just distract him--), but he can't help but think it of these magnificent machines. They're just... so sleek! And shiny! And pretty!
"... You're both really pretty," he blurts, after an awkward pause, and then blushes bright blue, sweat beading on his brow. "Ah-- I mean-- excuse me, I've never seen robots as--"
He waves his hand, clipping the doorframe and denting it badly without seeming to notice the contact.
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And because she can let the sniping go unanswered, she adds, "Least I don't go down in one blast like some people probably do," she says snidely, before turning back to the Equius.
"Can't say I've met anyone like you either. Not human, I take it?" Humans are not that...strong, right? And yes, that's right, she's being quite agreeable. How do you take compliments like that and not feel agreeable? "Everyone is like that where we come from. Assuming they do their maintenance." Which Deadlock doesn't, by the way.
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"I'm not 'pretty'!" He sounds huffy. "The Autobot is all pretty and slag, not me!"
He is a terrifying example of badaftery and mechliness and other words he's just making up now.
"Listen, Flashlight, if I were so hard to kill, your kind wouldn't have a bounty on my head." So there. He's famous!
His optics track the door crushy action: he's used to assessing threats. "Nice trick." He approves, and the little not-human pops up a few notches in his estimation. Keep going and he'll beat out Flashpoint.
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"And no, not human. I am a troll from the planet Alternia." He bows again, even though he just did that-- the high-handed bickering is ringing his nobility bells, because all the most famous or familiar nobility from where he's from is childish and bickering all the time-- and tells Flashpoint, "Where you come from must be amazing."
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"Magnificent works. Magnificent pain in the aft. Or bountiful maybe. Considering there's that bounty, and all." She shoots Deadlock another look. "Thanks for the reminder by the way. I'll keep it mind if I ever need cash."
"As for Cybertron. Yeah. It used to be. It's kinda...angry now though." Flashpoint gives Equius another once-over because how the frag does that little body make dents the size of her fist? "They all like you on Alternia?"
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"Keep fantasizing, Flashlight. Got more dignity than to be brought in for a bounty by you." She'll forget hopefully about his Noodlebot Experience and how he was kind of at her mercy.
He makes a little 'she's a little cuckoo' gesture with his hand. "Right. Angry Cybertron is Angry." Crackpot theories. "And you're dumb, because he's obviously some kind of Senator." Look at how he moves. And talks with all those big aft words.